new zealand electronic poetry centre


Robin Hyde

Persephone in Winter

The Rosemary Tree
I am sorry I planted the rosemary tree
In the cool of the garden shade.
Its faint pearl fragrance leaves me a little afraid.
"Rosemary, thatís for remembrance. Remember me."
Ah, I would be more than a ghost
To your memory yet, for a little . . . more than a shadow.
One hour Iíd ask, one soft-skyed hour at the most,
Where creamy clover and buttercups broider the meadow.


Last updated 24 September, 2003